dreams of you.

My tongue could never touch
such wisdom
I can feel the words urging to push their way up
through my esophagus
Oh, the delicate edges of these beautiful words
My teeth are giving in on their resistance.

Sparks on my fingertips
The delicate skin on skin contact
when you hold them
I could never be so lucky
I could never win
But I'm feeling it.

whose strong and whose weak?

the worst fucking part
is the facts
only being able
to stare at the noose in my closet
not see the other side of it
because you need me
not want or love.

the fact never drowns out the sorrow
it doesnt comfort,
it only borrows

time

but sooner than later,
the fact i always used to justify staying alive
will no longer prosper
and ill find my way to the sea
ill find my way to angel wings
and fly
oh god, i cant wait to die.